The female ghost stood in the mirror, not knowing what kind of expression to make to face Huiguang's words.

"What unfulfilled wishes does the female benefactor have? You can tell the little monk. Huiguang clasped his hands together, his solemn expression jumped on his face, and his mouth murmured softly, as if he was reciting a scripture.

The female ghost opened her lips lightly, "I don't have any wishes, I just hope to be reincarnated smoothly." ”

"You can follow me to Gutong Temple, my master has prepared a puja for you, and I can send you to reincarnation in less than three days."

I have to say that these monks may not be as good as Taoist priests in catching ghosts. But they have so far been able to surpass no genre in transcendence.

Even if they are vain ghosts, they have the ability to dispel their grievances and send them down to the netherworld, and they only need to pay a small price.

"The owner of the car who hit you didn't do it on purpose, he has to be sparing and forgiving, and he has been duly punished." Huiguang added.

The female ghost didn't continue to entangle, bowed slightly at Zhang Yan, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

If you know that you have made the wrong person, you can apologize. This ghost creature should have been a good person when he was alive.

Zhang Yan was still a little angry in his heart, but he could see that the other party had such a posture, and he didn't suffer any losses, and sighed, "You go!" ”

"Thank you!" After finishing speaking, the female ghost jumped out, and Huiguang took out a golden Buddha bowl without any delay and put it in.

"Good, good! Fortunately, it wasn't too late..."The little monk wiped the sweat on his head with palpitations, but it was very different from the solemnity of the treasure elephant just now.

"Hey! How long are you going to stay in the bathroom? ”

I said angrily, even if Zhang Runjuan's bathroom is big, it is still enough to accommodate five big living people.

Back in the living room, Zhang Yan pinched a cold sweat, "I didn't believe in these illusory things, but I didn't expect..."

"Isn't it a blessing that some people can't be touched in their lifetime?" The little monk said slowly, "Evil fate is also fate, a false alarm is exchanged for a fate, is it worth it?" ”

"Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years. Thank you to Master Huiguang for helping, Zhang is grateful, and he will come to the door another day to thank him. Zhang Yan snorted, refreshed after the crisis was resolved.

"Of course, thank you, Mr. Little."

"You don't have to thank me, you can thank you to the cheap, he begged me to be miserable in order to chase your daughter, don't you express it?" I took a sip of tea with a smile and helped Deng Zhijian pierce the transparent window paper.

Deng Zhijian didn't know what he was talking to Zhang Runjuan at this time, there were only three of me in the hall, and he didn't know that I had sold him.

Zhang Yan sighed, "Parents don't want their children to be happy." ”

What he meant was that he wanted to observe for a while, and he didn't want to be hasty, but it was a good start!

"But I was reckless." Turning his head and smiling, "Little monk, didn't your master let you go down the mountain three days ago?" Why is it only here now? ”

Huiguang, who was sitting precariously, suddenly looked embarrassed, "Little monk... Lost..."

I really couldn't answer this, it took three days to find it, this monk is actually a road idiot. What puzzled me the most was how his master could let him go down the mountain with confidence. If there is really an accident, when he comes over, it is estimated that he can directly give Zhang Yan a surplus.

"Master Zhang, can you send me to Jincheng University?" The little monk said, "The master sent me to find someone." ”

I reflexively turned my head, "I'm also going back to Jincheng University, just by the way, why are you a monk going there?" ”

Huiguang's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly stood up, "The donor is also at Jincheng University?" Have you ever heard of a grandmaster surnamed Huang? ”

I put down the teacup, isn't that grandmaster of Jincheng University me? I don't have anything to do with this monk!

The master is becoming more and more impossible, and the old man in my family is not very kind to see the monk. is generally referred to as a bald donkey, and there is no talk of bitter tea.

"What are you looking for him?" I calmed down, stared at Huiguang, and coiled the scales in my hand.

The little monk didn't have any scheming, and said generously, "The master asked me to send this brush that condenses the power of Confucianism and Taoism." ”

As he spoke, he reached into his cuffs and took out an object and placed it on the table. At the moment when I got it, I felt that people's hearts were shocked, and their thinking suddenly became more active, and a huge aura came to them.

This is not an illusion, Zhang Yan also has this feeling, staring directly at the brush, unable to take his eyes off.

"At the beginning of the Shayuan riot, the master wanted to personally send him to Jincheng University the day before the autumn equinox. But I didn't want to, I got lost on the road, I couldn't arrive in time, I could only return to the temple, but fortunately, there was no danger, Amitabha..."

Looking at his big blinking eyes, I felt the urge to cover my face. Big road idiot? Road idiot? I can't wait to find a piece of tofu and kill me.

If there was this pen at the beginning, echoing the statue of Confucius in Jincheng University, and the two soul suppressing Taoists would not want to shake the evil source, how could they work as desperately as they did at the beginning, and their lives were almost over.

At this moment, thousands of grass and mud horses are galloping in my heart, should this pair of masters and apprentices be so funny? What about playing with me?

"You deserve to be a master and apprentice, and it's really not easy for you to find here."

I couldn't laugh or cry, and finally knew the reason why his master didn't go out of the temple in person.

"What did the donor say?" Huiguang looked confused.

"Nothing, nothing."

The little monk in front of him is simply not too stupid and cute, but he still looks old-fashioned.

"This pen seems amazing!" Zhang Yan wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, for fear of defiling this holy object, he swallowed his saliva silently, knowing that he couldn't have it, but he still couldn't help asking, "What's the origin?" ”

"I heard that it was a pen used by Mr. Liu Zongyuan, a scholar of the Tang Dynasty, and later fell into my Gutong Temple by chance."

"No wonder, no wonder." Zhang Yan reluctantly let go of his gaze.

"It is estimated that it will be hundreds of millions on the market, and there may be hundreds of millions of people rushing to ask for it. This should be the pen that Liu Zongyuan carried with him, otherwise it would be impossible to condense such a heroic and righteous spirit, it is indeed a rare treasure. I sighed, "Are your master sure you want to put it in Jincheng University?" I won't pay it back. ”

"Master's original words are like this, it is useless for us and other cultivators to leave it, it is better to send it to where it is needed." Huiguang Road.

"The bitter tea master has a heart. With this, the source of Jincheng will be as stable as Mount Tai. ”

There are very few such people, and even I can't give this kind of Confucianism to others so indifferently. Its effect is far from that simple, but I will not ignore it, and my heart is not so dark.

"It's not too early, I have to go back to give the master an errand, I think he will be worried after so many days."

Let your own idiot apprentice go out, this master's heart is really big, and now that the world is declining, he is not afraid of being abducted. It seems that this kind of bright-eyed child is worth a lot of money.

"You better let Dean Zhang send you back to Gutong Temple! Just give me the pen, and I'll take care of it. ”

Huiguang hesitated and refused.

"What, don't believe me?" I grinned.

"It's not that I don't believe in the donor, the master said that although I am confused, a pair of eyes can distinguish good people and bad people. The donor is open, how dare the little monk guess at will? It's just that the master asked me to hand it over to Grandmaster Huang by hand. ”

Zhang Yan was puzzled, "Who is this Sect Master Huang?" How come I've never heard of it in Jincheng for so long? Little Master Huiguang seems to have a lot of respect for this person? ”

"Grandmaster Huang is a model of my generation, sacrificing his life for righteousness, and sacrificing his life to stop a conspiracy against the entire Huaguo." Huiguang was in awe, "My master asked me to learn more from him, and I heard that I was already standing in the realm of a grandmaster at a young age. His name is circulated throughout the Kaneshiro art community. ”

Looking at the sparkling eyes of the little monk, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

Am I so tall and mighty in his heart? It's not a simple admiration to see him like this, it's just to see me as an idol.

The old face was red, and it seemed that he had inadvertently done something great?

"There is such a strange person in Jincheng? I'm going to visit another day. Does the little master know what his name is? ”

Since today's unbelievable thing, Zhang Yan has become more and more in awe of the unknowable realm, and more and more admired the strange people.

"Sect Master Huang, Huang Xin, not from Jincheng."

"Why is it so familiar? I seem to have heard someone mention it. Zhang Yan muttered.

"I heard that your name is Huang Xin, thank you really today."

Zhang Runjuan walked over with a smile on the fruit plate, Deng Zhijian was also thick-skinned, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and followed Zhang Runjuan like a fart.

"No thanks, no thanks, brother! This kind of small favor still needs to be helped. I smiled narrowly at Deng Zhijian.

"What did you just call him?" Zhang Yan had a ghostly expression, her voice was raised violently, and her eyes widened as she looked at her daughter.

Zhang Runjuan was frightened by him and repeated, "Huang Xin? Zhijian told me, am I wrong? ”

"His name is Huang Xin! Is there a problem? Deng Zhijian was also confused, not knowing what was going on, "The case that Xiao Lao didn't cure was solved by him." ”

"Yes, yes, I heard Xiao Lao say, you are that Huang Xin? This is such a coincidence, at the beginning, Xiao Lao asked me to do everything I can to invite you to the affiliated hospital. But I was delayed because of something. ”

My mouth opened, it turned out that the old man Xiao was still so persistent.

The little monk reacted violently and looked at the scale cloud in my hand, "You're not a horse immortal from the northeast?" Are you Grandmaster Huang? ”

"The scale cloud was entrusted to me by the deceased Mr. Ming, and I am Huang Xin, so I am the fake." I pursed my lips and laughed, slightly embarrassed...

"It's the little monk's eyes rubbing, and he can't recognize Grandmaster Huang's true face." Huiguang immediately gave me a big gift, "I didn't expect to meet the Grandmaster by chance." ”

The sudden frenzy caught me off guard, am I really famous in the Golden City area? Mom sells batches, why don't I know about it?

"What... What's going on? Zhang Runjuan stumbled, and forgot to put down the fruit bowl in her hand.

"Ahem, don't be so polite, just call me a senior brother in the future, don't call me a grandmaster." I laughed dryly.